The Ocean Becomes Her

The colours of the skies as the fires burned was otherworldly, terrifying and cinematic at the same time. Everything was disturbed, except perhaps the fish. I often imagine fish are always calm because they are in their element. They are immersed in their perfect environment. When we feel uncomfortable in our own skin, it's as if we are not at peace in our space, yet we can flow and swim through life too. When we surrender to being who we are.